Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Whatever." Mu En nodded.

"I just made a suggestion. How you want to contact it and how you implement it are all your business."

With that said, Moon looked at Dumbledore.

"In fact, although I say it lightly, because the magic world has been separated from the world for too long, too many relevant rules and regulations are blank."

"It's difficult, but worth trying." Dumbledore had a different kind of light in his eyes.

"That's it?" Mu En waved her hand: "I will continue to do my thing."

Dumbledore opened his mouth. He actually had many questions to ask.

Especially after Mu En said this, there is another question she wants to ask: Did you call me here in person just to talk about this? Nothing else?

"Yes, it's gone for the time being." Moon nodded, he had already seen what Dumbledore wanted to say.

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"Thank you for not treating me like an old guy." Dumbledore could only smile helplessly.

"You're welcome." Mu En stood up and looked at Hedlund: "As for school matters, if I have time, I can take you to Cambridge or Oxford."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Then we can make time together." Harry suggested: "Neville has obtained Mrs. Longbottom's permission."

"Whatever." Mu En didn't particularly care about these details.

"Oxford. Cambridge" Dumbledore murmured, then shook his head and decided not to think about the Queen Mother's affairs for the time being. He would try to send one, or even multiple students, into Muggle education step by step. In the academy.

That is, what they are going to do now.

Thinking of this, he also stood up, asked Harry about the time they agreed, and then left.

The Apparition couldn't wait to return to Hogsmeade. Walking on the country stone road in the village, Dumbledore walked faster and faster, facing the sun, and an impatient smile gradually appeared on his face.

At some point, the crutch had transformed into the Elder Wand and was put into his sleeve, and his waist straightened up again. Looking at the ancient castle that had stood for thousands of years, his eyes sparkled.

I walked quickly all the way to the school gate.

"Albus!"

An old wizard with white hair flying wildly behind his head walked out of the school. He used his only intact, original hand to greet Dumbledore.

"You look better," he said.

Dumbledore walked up quickly: "Sylvanus, are you leaving?"

Sylvanus Kettleburn.

Former professor of the third-year Care of Magical Creatures course at Hogwarts.

"Yes, of course." Keltebourne laughed, showing his old, yellowed teeth: "The set of prosthetics you gave me is really easy to use and has improved my efficiency a lot. No wonder Nick Flamel I am a close friend with you, so you must have done this yourself."

He spoke a series of words, as if he was saying his last goodbyes and wanted to finish everything he could say.

"Why are you walking so fast?" Dumbledore asked.

Keltborn waved his hands: "I'm ready to go to the Fire Dragon Zone in Norway. To be honest, if it weren't for the little guy named Norbert in the Forbidden Forest at the end of the semester, I don't know who went there. No matter where I'm hurt, I won't leave just now."

As he said that, he patted Dumbledore on the shoulder: "I can't devote all my time to school like you. I have my own ambitions. Well, although it may be a little late to say this, but my My heart is not old yet!”

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded: "Be careful along the way, dragons are not easy creatures to deal with."

"Of course I know." Keltborn didn't care. Both he and Dumbledore knew dragons very well, and their words now were just so-called wishes.

"Anyway, there's nothing left for them to bite on me, but I have to protect this last hand. After all, this is the last thing I can use to touch their cold, hard scales."

"Anyway, everything went well." Dumbledore nodded.

"Thank you for your wishes. I'll leave first." Keltborn walked towards the outside of the school and finally waved to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore also walked towards the castle.

He pushed up his half-moon glasses, thinking about what Keltburn had just said.

"ambition"

How could he have no ambition? When he was a student, he won the Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellent Spellcasting Techniques, became the British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot, and won the Gold Medal for Pioneering Contribution at the Cairo International Alchemy Congress. And maintains frequent correspondence with the most famous magic masters, including Nico.

He was only seventeen years old when he walked out of Hogwarts carrying these honors and the skills to achieve them.

Of course he has ambitions.

And only a few people know about his ambitions.

"Let wizards live under the sun, and let Muggles become domestic animals and serve wizards."

This is Garrett's ambition, his goal.

Dumbledore was not that extreme, but in the seventeen years before his life, the tragedy that his brother Aberforth had to pay for came from the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy!

He didn't hate Muggles, he was gentle and forgiving.

But he also sincerely hopes that the wizard can stand under the sun.

There is no need to discuss everything after that.

The final result was that the Dumbledore family was destroyed, the brothers broke apart, and the two once like-minded people were imprisoned in different castles.

And right now, just now - he saw a new idea, a new vision.

A path that neither he nor Grindelwald had ever imagined.

Change starts with young people and education!

Soon, he returned to the office and began to quietly think about the possibility of this matter.

In the end, I had to pace back and forth in the spacious office.

Because this possibility is completely feasible.

Different from Grindelwald's war method, the change in education is promoting an unstoppable torrent, a step forward of the times, and a tsunami that cannot be changed no matter how powerful an individual is.

It is subtle, not as abrupt or violent as war or sudden institutional opening.

But once it takes shape, it can't stop!

Thinking about it, he even couldn't help but want to write a letter to Grindelwald. None of them had imagined this path in the past, because at that time they were arrogant, believed in their own power, and believed in the wand in their hands.

Lack of correct understanding and due respect for the times and the world!

Otherwise maybe

"Brother!" A voice interrupted his thoughts.

Dumbledore turned his head and saw a picture frame on the table. It belonged to Ariana. She was the only one other than the principals who could ignore the ban on magic paintings in the principal's office.

"Ariana!" Dumbledore walked over. He was in a good mood now, with a smile on his face: "How are you doing lately?"

"Very good." Ariana said, "I have made many friends here, but recently..."

"What happened recently?"

"Sindel seems to be in a bad mood recently. She has rejected my invitations several times." Ariana said awkwardly, and then changed the subject: "Brother, what were you thinking about just now?"

"No, it's nothing. Some. Little things." Dumbledore said reluctantly.

When this girl appeared, some of the so-called passion brought about by ambition quickly cooled down.

"Miss Sindel, is she in a bad mood?" Dumbledore asked further.

"Did something happen? And if I remember correctly, Miss Sindel doesn't seem to have such emotions."

"I don't know, her mood has been very low since the end of the semester, which is visible to the naked eye." Ariana shook her head blankly: "Miss Sindel seems to have a lot more than me and other paintings, but I can't tell."

Dumbledore thought for a moment, and then asked: "Jones and I may have to go out today to Cambridge or Oxford. Do you want to go?"

"Can I go? To a place other than here?!" Ariana was a little surprised, followed by joy.

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded: "I can't find a reason why not. Maybe you are bored here during the holidays?"

"Okay, do you want to tell brother Aberforth?"

"That's up to you." Dumbledore smiled.

"Then can I invite Sindel?" Ariana asked again: "We can be in the same picture frame."

"This" Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Of course."

Moon didn't know this. He only knew that he was in Diagon Alley. After communicating with Mrs. Longbottom for a while, he took Neville away while the other party kept saying "I'm causing trouble for you" and saw three more people.

"Mr. Jones!" The girl in the black skirt said hello respectfully.

"So." Mu En looked at Nagini and the two old men behind him with some hesitation: "So, this has become your family outing?"

"I just don't trust him taking Ariana away." Aberforth said calmly.

"Forget it, I can look more relaxed with you here." Mu En waved his hands indifferently. These old men don't need anyone to take care of them yet.

Well, except for Aberforth, Mu En knew that this old guy had a bad temper.

But with Nagini here, it seems that he should be able to suppress it.

"Easy." Dumbledore pointedly said: "It depends on how you look at it."

As he spoke, he mysteriously took out a photo frame from behind.

"Good morning, Mr. Cat!"

The girl in the photo frame was wearing a light blue dress and holding a fat cat. She grabbed the fat cat's paw with her little hand and waved towards Mu En as a greeting.

"To be precise, good noon." Mu En smiled and took the photo frame: "Nice to meet you. How have you been at school recently?"

"Very good." Sindel said with a smile, completely unaware of the strange look in the black cat's eyes.

"Let's go then?!" Aberforth looked up at the sky, obviously dissatisfied with the group of people standing stupidly in Diagon Alley.

Especially the weird looks around him.

Because sure enough, there's a cat head, and then there's "two Dumbledores," and there's Harry Potter, and then there's someone talking into the frame.

A weird all-star cast with strange behavior.

It was hard not to feel surprised. Many people wanted to come over and say hello, but were intimidated by Aberforth's eyes and turned back.

"There are still people." Mu En glanced at the pocket watch.

What happened next might be Draco's bragging rights for a long time to come - if he hadn't gotten over his bad habit of bragging yet.

After being taken out of the Malfoy Manor by Hedlund as his personal guarantee, they walked directly to Diagon Alley without using floo powder, which would be contaminated with soot, and many children from aristocratic families who pursue respectability disdain to use it.

In short, when he saw Harry and Granger, the group turned their heads and focused on him.

Good news - his big sister he really likes is here too.

Bad news - judging from the look in Mr. Aberforth's eyes, they seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

He walked forward quickly and greeted everyone one by one, showing his politeness, leaving sweat stains on his forehead.

At the same time, he looked at Harry with vague hatred.

Didn’t you agree that it’s all your own fault? ?

Why is everyone here?

"Let's go to Cambridge first." Mu En determined the destination and took the lead to walk out of Diagon Alley.

Cambridge is both a university and a city. It is located 90 kilometers north of London. After several turns, the group arrived here.

What made Draco relieved was that although there were professors and principals on this trip, no one was preaching here.

It seems like a simple outing.

The original meaning of Cambridge is "the bridge over the Cam River". River Cam is a local river that circles the city. There are many bridges with exquisite design and beautiful shapes on the river, among which the Mathematical Bridge, Gray Bridge and Bridge of Sighs are the most famous. It is precisely because of this river, and these bridges, that it got its name.

Of course, Moon calls the university, the county and the city Cambridge.

But for this river, he preferred to call it the Cam River.

As for the reason, there is no need to say more.

And the poem monument that has been checked in by countless people will not be erected in the backyard of Kingdom College until the eighth year after the millennium.

"An ancient city." Walking through Cambridgeshire, Sindel looked at the surrounding ancient buildings curiously: "It's like a city with countless small Hogwarts castles put together."

As she spoke, she raised her head.

"Ahhhh!!"

"What's wrong?" Mu En lowered his head and looked at the photo hanging on his chest. He had no intention of holding the frame all the time, and that gesture was very unlucky.

"Hey Mr. Cat??" Sindel looked at Mu En in surprise.

"Weren't you sick and then turned into a cat?"

"It's okay to disguise yourself." Mu En smiled: "It's like putting a disguise on you, so that people passing by can't see your abnormality and can't hear your voice."

"Pretend. Is this it?" Sindel raised her head in confusion.

"Mr. Cat, can you pick me up?" Sindel said, "I want to see it from the front."

Mu En raised her eyebrows, not understanding what the girl wanted to do, but she still raised the portrait and pointed it in front of her.

Sindel looked up and down at the gloomy, model-like face: "So is this Mr. Cat's original appearance?!"

"Yeah." Mu En nodded: "But maybe my hair is already very long and I have a thick beard. I don't know what it should look like, so I haven't taken care of it."